Takes him to a restaurant

"Wow man... look at you! You look like the real thing you know." A nervous silence followed.

"Err... thanks?" ventured James.

"Yeah, the hair, the hoops the red dress... it's unmistakable. You really are a gigantic faggot!" This was typical banter from Roger, and even if rather direct it actually managed to put James at ease. "So what am I going to call you this evening?"

"Just call me James, man". A visit from Roger usually meant time with a six-pack in front of some shitty comedy film, so he didn't see why it should matter.

"You're called Jessica tonight. You dressed like that... there's no way I CAN'T take you out somewhere, just to watch you squirm! Fuck it, we're going to a restaurant. I'll pay. Man I'd pay double for this shit!"

Fifteen minutes later and they're both in a big, open plan restaurant asking for a table for two. There must be a hundred or so people there, mostly couples, eating by candlelight. A few heads are turned by the woman in the red dress. Roger plays up to it all, putting his arm around James' waist.